the assembly of turbines hangs

off the elbow of the mountain range

wishing wishing missing missing

seething whispers to be received

by the motion-stopped trees

on the other side of the valley

beyond the fault line’s fissures

summoning some shrubs not others

logic streaks itself across desert

the way blood stains flee bullet wounds

can you scan it from above can you

scan desert like the dark eyes

like the dark-eyed junco did

ask the motion-stopped trees

if this is what it means to have a body

to grow into then out of

the form that says yes

the motion-stopped trees are data

database of summaries of moments

when a body said no

when the body transposed

began to shout another trunk up

or roar into a foreign branch

wounding roots winding angles

shifting sightlines so that

a sun that once slid out of sky

might now skid across the top

of a neighboring rock formation